Parodies of the works of English and American authors, collected and annotated by W. Hamilton, 4. kötet1884 |
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. oldal
... HANDS ALL ROUND- Slops all Round Drinks all Round ... Northampton's Freemen Pots all Round Tennysonian Toryism Cheers all Round ... 988 59 60 60 THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE ... " Not a drum was heard , not a funeral note . ” The ...
... HANDS ALL ROUND- Slops all Round Drinks all Round ... Northampton's Freemen Pots all Round Tennysonian Toryism Cheers all Round ... 988 59 60 60 THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE ... " Not a drum was heard , not a funeral note . ” The ...
1. oldal
... hand , the topic selected be one of every day life , it may be made exceedingly amusing if described in high - flown mock heroic diction . If the original errs in sentimental affectation , so much the better for the parodist . Thus many ...
... hand , the topic selected be one of every day life , it may be made exceedingly amusing if described in high - flown mock heroic diction . If the original errs in sentimental affectation , so much the better for the parodist . Thus many ...
4. oldal
... hand or pendant lobe , Oriana ! Would tire the patience out of JOB , Oriana ! I saw the lime - light shadows flinging , Oriana ! I saw black boys , a mattress bringing , Oriana ! I saw thee to forlorn hope clinging , I heard the bells ...
... hand or pendant lobe , Oriana ! Would tire the patience out of JOB , Oriana ! I saw the lime - light shadows flinging , Oriana ! I saw black boys , a mattress bringing , Oriana ! I saw thee to forlorn hope clinging , I heard the bells ...
7. oldal
... hand twirl'd , But one bad Poet's scrawl , and with his word She bored the world . In 1832 Tennyson published another small volume of poems which contained that beauti- fully classical piece of blank verse Enone ; The Sisters , The ...
... hand twirl'd , But one bad Poet's scrawl , and with his word She bored the world . In 1832 Tennyson published another small volume of poems which contained that beauti- fully classical piece of blank verse Enone ; The Sisters , The ...
10. oldal
... hand he pressed , By the meadow where , with quivering lip , his passion he confessed : And down the hedgerows where we've strayed again and yet again ; But he will not think of me , mother , his broken - hearted Jane ! He said that I ...
... hand he pressed , By the meadow where , with quivering lip , his passion he confessed : And down the hedgerows where we've strayed again and yet again ; But he will not think of me , mother , his broken - hearted Jane ! He said that I ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
A. C. Swinburne Alfred Tennyson Beware bill Boreäna Bret Harte Brigade brow call me early Captain Falcon cold cried curse dance dark dead dear Dray dream dreary drink Dyspepsia entitled eyes fair feel Filcher Fluffer Funny Folks Galah gone Hail to thee hair hand head hear heard heart hurried imitation John Kottabos Lady Clara Laureate's light Locksley Hall London Longfellow look Lord maiden Metcalfe and Son morning mother never night o'er OZOKERIT parody Peers play poem Poet Laureate Punch Queen rink round sang shout sigh Sir John Moore Six Hundred sleep smile Song Song of Hiawatha soul stood sweet talk There's things Thomas Hood thou thought thundered to-morrow Turk turned Twas Vere de Vere verses voice wake walk Wather weary Whilst wondered words youth
Népszerű szakaszok
24. oldal - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
101. oldal - Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
186. oldal - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
167. oldal - They now to fight are gone, Armour on armour shone, Drum now to drum did groan, To hear was wonder ; That with the cries they make, The very earth did shake, Trumpet to trumpet spake, Thunder to thunder.
177. oldal - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!
2. oldal - He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro' his own soul. The marvel of the everlasting will, An open scroll, Before him lay...
120. oldal - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
8. oldal - On one side lay the Ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full. Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : ' The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep — the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds, Walking about the gardens and the halls 2O Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made, —...
66. oldal - And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
173. oldal - In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.